Day Eighteen : Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for November. Artworks from Terry Chipp, Marcel Herms, MJ Saucer, P A Morbid, the inspiration for writers, Gaynor Kane, Peach Delphine, Sally O’Dowd, sonja benskin mesher, Anindita Sengupta, Liam Michael Stainsby, Sarah Connor, Sarah Reeson, Holly York, Jane Dougherty, Gayle J Greenlea, Susan Darlington, Lydia Wist, Dai Fry, and myself. November 18th.

November Eighteenth

MH18 Draussen ist feindlich, mixed media on paper, 17 x 17 cm, 2020
Daussen ist feindlich by Marcel Herms
TC18 Making contact

Making Contact by Terry Chipp

Draussen ist Feindlich)

Not Sure About This”

Smiley faces leering on walls
Red lights, handprints, graffiti –
Sigils deprecating to the area
Shapes that refuse to announce themselves
Gloomy driveways empty but for unexplainable lights
Wrong turns
Inedible fungi
Danger of death keep out
Dark copses, deep thickets
Defensive stakes
The caltrops you missed
Turn back

(Making Contact)

Communication Skills

Before most things, contact was made only by talking or shouting, written language or performance.
The man’s phone screen looked weird but that he could handle.
He hoped the mysterious communicator wasn’t about to shout.

-Lydia Wist

Song of Innocence

“What?” says William Blake,
“an eye phone? Whatever for?
To amplify my visions?
But it’s precisely
for my visions that
they call me mad,
though hearing visions
wouldn’t be so bad
for the sympathetic
to the synesthetic.
And to think that it springs
from a grain of sand
and can be held
in the palm of the hand.
Who knew?”

-Holly York 2020


I cannot go, no I cannot go outside
Instead I sleep in the jaws of the wolf
Fold my bones into the origami night,
a star sputtering in atrophy, white comma
rendered on a black page. I cannot write,
no, I cannot write, the connection
lost from brain to hand. Outside, the ocean
curls into a lip. We’ve done
our best. How long we sat by that dead
volcano searching for glowing lava,
perforations in earth’s surface like a letter
writ in fire. I cannot go, no I cannot go
outside. Your memory there like knives,
hostile to my heart, your voice disembodied
in my ear.

— Gayle J. Greenlea


I live alone under the stairs
not under the stars
-pay attention please- but
mostly alone with my iphone.

Safe from passers by
their long bloody knives.

There is a spider in here
his name is Rodney.
He tells me I am the
third visitor who
has come to stay,
but the first one with
a smart phone.

He wants me to
download the
BBC weather app.
He also has a keen interest
in current affairs.

I’m still thinking
about the app: but
we’ve had some
interesting conversations
about Brexit and the virus.

© Dai Fry 17th November 2020.

: 999 ::


they add some for emergency

dreaming nothing works
becomes seedy like rubber buttons
stitched on particular

they come at us with knives

power houses

talking with tongues
with nowhere else to go
no one else to torment

i laugh at them talking in metaphors
yet I do the same

there are raindrops on the window
while I die
of laughing


The film outside

Boot-clatter, shrill shriek
silent knife-slip, bullet-rattle,
and blood pools in the shadows.

It’s cold outside,
say the dead,

and we tip-tap, click and post,
trapping the thrill in real time
for global applause.

-Jane Dougherty

Making Contact

A found poem from incoming texts on my phone

Been awake for hours
Been meaning to text you.
I’ve booked us in for class tonight.
Milk & bread.
That will be better in this climate.
Such a lovely painting.
Running about 10mins late.
Can’t remember if I mentioned
the wee job to you.
Bless you.
I’m at the library.
Going to put my feet up this eve
& treat Venus to a drink.
We’re sorry you’re leaving us.
Okie dokie.
Thanks for taking the time
to complete this survey.

-Gaynor Kane

Hostile Contact

each hand which holds
welcoming balm
may yet destroy
this moment, calm;
fear erupts –
without alarm

-Sarah Reeson


There is no horizon
in the old photographs
always a blade and revolver,
even great-grandmothers
mother sitting sidesaddle
on her favorite horse
had a pistol in her sash.

Word was they eloped
fleeing across three states
on horseback and by steamboat,
coming down to scrub
and prairie, working
cattle, smoking mullet,
a slab house full
of palmetto bugs
but there were stars
sometimes panther tracks
wind off the Gulf,
a sky where their names
faded away.

-Peach Delphine

Bios and Links

-Terry Chipp

grew up in Thurnscoe and ia now living in Doncaster via Wath Grammar school, Doncaster Art College, Bede College in Durham and 30 years teaching.

He sold his first painting at the Goldthorpe Welfare Hall annual exhibition at the age of 17 and he haven’t stopped painting since.

He escaped the classroom 20 years ago to devote more time to his artwork.  Since then he has set up his own studio in Doncaster, exhibited across the north of England as a member of the Leeds Fine Artists group and had his painting demonstrations featured on the SAA’s Painting and drawing TV channel.  Further afield he has accepted invitations to work with international artists’ groups in Spain, Macedonia, Montenegro and USA where his paintings are held in public and private collections. In 2018 he had a solo exhibition in Warsaw, Poland and a joint exhibition in Germany.

His pictures cover a wide range of styles and subjects from abstract to photo-realism though he frequently returns to his main loves of landscape and people.

Visitors are welcome at his studio in the old Art College on Church View, Doncaster.


Facebook:  Terry Chipp Fine Art Painting


-Marcel Herms

is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.

He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.

-Jane Dougherty

writes novels, short stories and lots of poems. Among her publications is her first chapbook of poetry, thicker than water. She is also a regular contributor to Visual Verse and the Ekphrastic Review. You can find her on twitter @MJDougherty33 and on her blog

-Peach Delphine

is a queer poet from Tampa, Florida. Infatuated with what remains of the undeveloped Gulf coast. Former cook. Has had poems in Cypress Press, Feral Poetry, IceFloe Press, Petrichor. Can be found on Twitter@Peach Delphine

-Dai Fry

is a poet living on the south coast of England. Originally from Swansea. Wales was and still is a huge influence on everything. My pen is my brush. Twitter:  



-Susan Darlington

Susan Darlington’s poetry regularly explores the female experience through nature-based symbolism and stories of transformation. It has been published in Fragmented Voices, Algebra Of Owls, Dreams Walking, and Anti-Heroin Chic among others. Her debut collection, ‘Under The Devil’s Moon’, was published by Penniless Press Publications (2015). Follow her @S_sanDarlington    

-Holly York

lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.

-Gayle J. Greenlea

is an award-winning poet and counselor for survivors of sexual and gender-related violence. Her poem, “Wonderland”, received the Australian Poetry Prod Award in 2011. She shortlisted and longlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize in 2013, and debuted her first novel Zero Gravity at the KGB Literary Bar in Manhattan in 2016. Her work has been published in St. Julian Press, Rebelle Society, A Time to Speak, Astronomy Magazine, Headline Poetry and Press and The Australian Health Review.

-Helen Allison

lives in the North East of Scotland. Her first poetry collection ‘ Tree standing small’ was published in 2018 with Clochoderick Press. Her work has appeared in journals and magazines in print and online and she is working towards a second collection.

-Lydia Wist

Like someone who tries out hats or other samples before making a final decision, experimenting with different ideas and techniques is how Lydia spends some of her time. This allows for other portions of time to speak through the lens of fiction, creative nonfiction and art. You can find her work at Cargo Collective , Lydia Wist Creative and on Twitter @Lydiawist.

Website links:

-Sarah Connor

lives in the wild, wet, south-west of England, surrounded by mud and apple trees. She writes poems to make sense of the world, and would rather weed than wash up.

-sonja benskin mesher

-Liam Stainsby

holds a bachelor in English Literature and Creative Writing and is a secondary school teacher of English and Creative Writing. Liam is currently writing his first, professional collection of poetry entitled Borders that explores poetry from all around the world. Liam also Co-Hosts a movie discussion podcast entitled: The Pick and Mix Podcast. Liam writes under the pseudonym ‘Michael The Poet’ 

Links: WordPress:

Twitter: stainsby_liam

Instagram: Michael The Poet

-Sarah Reeson

is 54, married and a mother of two, who has been writing and telling stories since childhood. Over the last decade she has utilised writing not just as entertainment, but as a means to improve personal communication skills. That process unexpectedly uncovered increasingly difficult and unpleasant feelings, many forgotten for decades. Diagnosed as a historic trauma survivor in May 2019, Mental health issues had previously hindered the entirety of her adult life: the shift into writing as expression and part of a larger journey into self-awareness began to slowly unwind for her from the past, providing inspiration and focus for a late career change as a multidisciplined artist.


-Gaynor Kane

is a Northern Irish poet from Belfast. She has two poetry pamphlets, and a full collection, from Hedgehog Poetry Press, they are Circling the Sun, Memory Forest and Venus in pink marble (2018, 2019 and Summer 2020 respectively). She is co-author, along with Karen Mooney, of Penned In a poetry pamphlet written in response to the pandemic and due for release 30th November 2020.  Follow her on Twitter @gaynorkane or read more at

Anindita Sengupta

is the author of Walk Like Monsters (Paperwall, 2016) and City of Water (Sahitya Akademi, 2010). Her work has appeared in anthologies and journals such as Plume, 580 Split, One and Breakwater Review. She is Contributing Editor, Poetry, at Barren Magazine. She has received fellowships and awards from the Charles Wallace Trust India, the International Reporting Project, TFA India and Muse India. She currently lives in Los Angeles, California. Her website is 

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